"We could dress like Jeannie on "I Dream of Jeannie"." That I like," I grinned."You would, pervert," Becky laughed.We ended up deciding those would be...the best costumes for us. Becky called a costume shop and reserved three costumes for us. We were to pick them up on Thursday.All three of us went in to talk to Mom when we got home. Mom was sitting at the dining room table sipping on some lemonade when we went in, so I got some for me and the girls also."Mom," I said when we were all seated,. " She found her keys in her handbag and let me in."You must excuse me, I am busting for a pee."She dropped her hand bag on the floor and opened the door of the lavatory that was in the hall. I carried the bags into the kitchen which was straight ahead of me. It was quite a big house, a detached one with a small garden in the front and a bigger one in the back. I dropped the bags down and then returned to the hall. She had left the door open of the loo and I could see her there sitting down with. So she dated a lot and was quite willing to tell Petra all about the boys and what she did with them. Petra hated hearing about Carol’s exploits. They simply pointed at what she wasn’t doing. What she was doing was studying. Her first year she finished with a 4.0 gpa. She did find a job for the summer and she enjoyed it. She worked at a summer pre-school, working with three-and-four-year-olds. They liked her, they had fun, and they learned from her. The parents got over leaving their children. We both stood there in her kitchen wearing only our panties, quietly gazing at each other. Her skimpy undies couldn’t hide her hairy bush and I couldn’t help but stare. “Are you excited right now?” I asked, as I slowly reached inside of my panties to touch myself. She he was obviously nervous, and I took a step closer, reaching down with my free hand and gently rubbed her pussy right through her striped pink panties. “It’s been my experience that’s its all in the buildup and anticipation of.